Oh, Father, time checkedSo there'd be no doubtCalled on the north windTo come on outThen cupped his handsSo proudly to shoutOh, Father, time checkedLa-di-di-di-di-di-di-da-diTis autumnThe trees say they're tiredThey've borne too much fruitCharm of a waysideThere's no disputeNow shedding leavesWhy they don't give a hootLa-di-di-di-di-di-di-da-diTis autumnIt is autumnAnd the birds got togetherTo chirp about the weatherLa-di-di-di-di-di-di-da-diAfter making their decisionIn birdie-like precision turned aboutAnd made a beeline to the southMy holding you close really is no crimeAsk the birds, the bees, and oh father timeWhy it's just to help the mercury climbLa-di-di-di-di-diLa-di-da-oh, la-di-daLa-di-da-oh, la-di-daTis autumn, tis autumn